Sheng Zhiyao curled her lips: "I knew Grandpa Ding was not that kind of person! I'll give Yuanchen and the others the wine."

Grandpa Ding was amused and stretched out his hand to poke Sheng Zhiyao's forehead: "You, you! Yuanchen's stinky brat is still a child, and he's a waste of alcohol. I'll just reluctantly accept it for you, otherwise it would take up a seat in the carriage."

Sheng Zhiyao's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she hugged Grandpa Ding's neck and suddenly smacked her cheek and kissed her on his left cheek: "Thank you, Grandpa Ding."

Grandpa Ding touched a piece of meat that was chewed off by Sheng Zhiyao, and glared at her with laughter and cry: "Did I owe you in my previous life?"

"Hehehehe, no! I'm taking advantage of my grandma."

"Feng Yuanchen takes good care of your wife and just moves her hands and feet casually, what's the point?" Grandpa Ding pretended to teach a lesson.

Feng Yuanchen nodded: "I understand."

"Grandpa Ding." Sheng Zhiyao complained, "You are really not kind. Although I am the Feng family's wife, we have the best relationship. If you are so partial, I will be sad."

Grandpa Ding laughed and rubbed her head: "Okay, get on the carriage quickly, don't delay doing the business."

Sheng Zhiyao nodded, grabbed Feng Yuanchen's arm and walked out: "Yuanchen, where is my second brother?"

"He helped me do something, and I will meet with us later, don't worry." Feng Yuanchen explained softly.

Sheng Zhiyao nodded.

Sheng Zhiyao and Grandpa Ding got on a carriage together, and Feng Yuanchen followed the carriage on a horse.

"Yuanchen, are we going all night tonight?" Sheng Zhiyao opened the curtain and poked her head out to ask Feng Yuanchen.

Feng Yuanchen nodded: "Yes, take advantage of the darkness of the sky and we will find another place to rest for a day before entering the mountain."

Sheng Zhiyao said oh, then retracted her head, "I'm sleepy, I'll have a nap."

Feng Yuanchen smiled pamperedly: "Be good, go to bed, I'm here."

Sheng Zhiyao in the carriage heard this, and then she fell asleep peacefully, leaving only a small head exposed.

"Hey! Don't sleep, stinky girl! Where is the wine? Isn't there any good wine for me?"

Feng Yuanchen outside the carriage shook his head and smiled. He, the emperor's uncle, had his eyes lit up every time he mentioned wine. He regarded wine as his lifeline.

"Grandpa, right under your bed."

Grandpa Ding immediately lifted the mat and lifted the board to look for wine. Sure enough, a box full of wine was full. He opened a jar, leaned to his nose and sniffed, nodding in appreciation: "This wine is much better than the jars I usually drink."

After saying that, he raised his head and took a few generous mouthfuls.

"There are so many carriages, and the layout is so comfortable, so it is definitely not what you thought of."

"Well, it was designed by Zhiyao."

"Think about it, this girl has strange thoughts, which are not something you would think of as dull as you." Grandpa Ding sighed.

Feng Yuanchen's mouth twitched, Grandpa, is it really good to sabotage like this?

Grandpa Ding covered the wine plug and threw it aside: "What do you think about the fact that the Shenghou Mansion family is a descendant of Queen Wu?"

Feng Yuanchen pursed his lips: "I can't confirm it yet."

"Don't you believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, but Uncle Sheng and the others don't have any special features, nor do they know how to do medical skills. As for Zhiyao, I think I can still believe it."

Grandpa Ding thought for a while after hearing Feng Yuanchen's words: "You are right. The descendants of Queen Wu are very special, but it doesn't mean they will not be passed down from generation to generation!"

"Yes." Feng Yuanchen nodded in agreement, "Maybe we still need to investigate clearly."

"That's natural. The descendants of the Witch Queen will never be bullied. This is not only for Zhiyao, but also for us Shang Zhou."

"Yes, grandpa, grandson, remember." Feng Yuanchen responded solemnly.

Sheng Zhiyao in the carriage had no idea what the two were talking about, and she was already immersed in a sweet dream.

The carriage rallied all day and finally arrived near the witch clan when the sky began to turn white.

"Zhiyao, wake up

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Sheng Zhiyao, who was awakened, opened her eyes in a daze: "You're here?"

"Yes." Feng Yuanchen nodded, "You can wake up first."

Sheng Zhiyao rubbed her hazy eyes: "I just dreamed."

Feng Yuanchen raised his eyebrows and looked at her, not sure why.

Sheng Zhiyao murmured in a low voice: "Dreams about my grandma."

Feng Yuanchen gently stroked her long, black and beautiful hair: "Didn't you sleep well?"

Sheng Zhiyao blinked her eyes: "I have been thinking about things in my dreams."

"What's the matter?" Feng Yuanchen asked with the flow.

"I dreamed that my grandma took me into a secret room. There was a mechanism in the secret room. The words on the mechanism were very blurry. I was about to walk forward and read it clearly, so you called me."

Feng Yuanchen's eyes flashed for a moment after hearing this, and he said thoughtfully: "Since that's the case, I'll accompany you to the carriage for a while. When your second brother comes over, we are deciding how to join the witch clan."

Sheng Zhiyao nodded.

Feng Yuanchen gave in to Xing and tied the horse to the tree, then took Sheng Zhiyao's hand and lay down in the carriage. He leaned against the wall of the carriage and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but his ears stood up.

Sheng Zhiyao woke up after lying for a while. She looked at Feng Yuanchen's handsome face, her heartbeats faster, and she dared not move around, for fear of disturbing him.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound rang out. Sheng Zhiyao looked up and saw Grandpa Ding tiptoe onto the carriage, lifting the curtain and crawling in.

Feng Yuanchen immediately stood up vigilantly and blocked Sheng Zhiyao.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to find a drink." Grandpa Ding said hurriedly.

"Grandpa Ding, drink less. You are old and drinking too much will be bad for your health." Sheng Zhiyao couldn't help but remind him.

Grandpa Ding waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I can't get drunk." As he said that, he went to grab the wine bottle, but Feng Yuanchen picked it up first.

"Hey, stinky brat, you're not that good enough."

"Grandpa Ding, we are about to enter the witch tribe realm. Just calm down if you encounter danger..."

Before Feng Yuanchen finished speaking, he heard Grandpa Ding interrupt him: "Hmph, little brat, do you make tofu? You look down on people so much. I don't know where you were when I came here."

Feng Yuanchen was speechless, this topic was far-reaching.

"Grandpa Ding..."

Grandpa Ding glared at him: "Okay, I know you two are loving, so I won't bother you. I'll just take a break in the carriage in front. You can continue to do whatever you should do. I'll go in later and call me."

Feng Yuanchen sighed helplessly, but he couldn't control it.

The sound of "Yuanchen." came from a distance, and was faintly mixed with the rumbling of horse hooves stepping on the snow.

Sheng Zhiyao sat up happily when she heard this, lifted the curtain and shouted, "Second brother, we are here."

Feng Yuanchen listened to the sound of horse hooves approaching, and a gentle and elegant smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!